Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.